Paisley Blackley Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Ayy, Gabagool? Ova here! So, brothel, right? I'm sittin’ here, thinkin’ – insurance investigator gig, checkin’ out this joint. Smells like cheap perfume and regret, fuggedaboutit. You got these broads, struttin’ around, all “Stillwater” vibes from *Almost Famous*. Like, “You’re a golden god!” – nah, more like a sweaty john. Place is a freakin’ mess, cash flyin’, no receipts – my head’s spinnin’ worse than when Carmela catches me lyin’.

What Happens at a Brothel?

So, I’m laughin’ to myself when I spot my mate Dave. He’s walkin’ his dog, and I wave him over. We start chattin’ about the footy. He’s a Man U fan, and I’m like, “You lot are a joke!” We banter back and forth, and it’s all good fun. But then, outta nowhere, this pigeon swoops down and steals a chip from his hand! I’m howlin’! Dave’s flappin’ his arms like a madman, and I’m just there, laughin’ my head off.

Headstones at Blackley Jewish Cemetery destroyed